I'm with the band

02

We finally get there and the theatre is not as packed as we thought it would be.

We get our snacks and make our way to our seats as I pray that it's an empty room.

So nobody would bother us of course, but also because I didn't want to get embarrassed by the two scaredy cats.

We get in and there's only a couple people at the front, so we purposely sit all the way at the back so they don't see us.

"Lizzie, you should sit in the middle." Niall says.

"Why, so you'll have my hand to squeeze if you get too scared?" I laugh.
"Or better yet, my shoulder to hide in?"

Harry scoffs, as we see Niall already chugging down his drink.

"Niall, you're drinking that a little too quickly." I say, knowing he's gonna have to belch, or uncontrollably hiccup, or have to get up to pee during the movie.

"What are you, a cop?" Niall asks, as he and Harry laugh.

I give him an annoyed look.
"Fine, you two laugh it up." I say, looking at both of them.
"I'll have plenty of laughing to do in about five minutes."

They both give me an annoyed look, but just then Harry and I notice Niall getting rapidly stepping on the ground, in the same spot.

"Niall." I say, giving him a look.

"Yeah, I'm gonna go to the bathroom." He says, taking off.

Harry and I watch him speed off to the bathroom, since he's not being able to hold his bloody fluids and laugh.

We take out seats and I shake my head, continuing to laugh.
"I knew it."

Harry nods.
"You know Lizzie, you should give Niall and I more credit." He says, smirking.

I furrow my eyebrows, but smile.
"Credit for..?"

"It's just a stupid movie, we're not gonna be as afraid as you think we are." He says.

I laugh at his brave statement, setting my drink and popcorn in the tray above my seat.
"Is that so?" I fold my arms, grinning.

"It is so." He teases back, folding his arms and mocking me.
"In fact, why don't we bet on it?"

I laugh.
"Harry, please." I say, shaking my head.

"Why, are you scared you'll lose." Harry teases.

"What bet?" I ask, grinning out of his stupidity.
"A bet on whether or not you or Niall will get scared at all?"

"Precisely." Harry nods.
"If you're right, and me and Niall get scared, you win."
"But, if you get scared, then I win."

"Easy enough." I say, shrugging.
"What am I winning?"

"What do you want?" He asks, grinning.

I pause and think for a moment.
All of a sudden, a big Cheshire cat smile curves, my lips upwards.

"If I win, you have to get another tattoo." I say, as Harry scoffs.

"Really? Just another tattoo?" He says, cutting me off.
"I don't know if you've noticed sweetheart, but I'm already full of tattoos."

"You didn't let me finish." I smirk.
"You have to get a tattoo, anywhere on your body, but it has to say, "I lost to Lizzie."

He raises his eyebrows and gives me a surprised look, knowing he's met his match.
Not really, but let's pretend.

"Alright, deal." He agrees.
"Now if I win-"

"Yeah, right." I snort.
"I think it's cute you think that Harry, but go on."

"If I win-"

All of a sudden, Harry gets cut off again because we see Niall running back to his seat.

"That was fast." I furrow my eyebrows in amazement as Harry does too and Niall takes his seat.

He seemed to be very much out of breath.
"Fangirl caught a glimpse of me... didn't want her to make a big scene.."
"I got here as fast as I could."

Normally we love meeting fans, especially me.
And we don't typically run away from them, but sometimes we just wanna enjoy our private time together.

Harry nods and taps his shoulder in a friendly manner.
"Well, you came just in time, it's just started."

The movie begins as I'm laughing to myself.
There's no way Harry's gonna win.
Wait.. if he does then what does he win?

I tug on the sleeve of his navy blue sweater gently.
He looks at me and nods.

"You didn't finish what you said before." I whisper, both of us still watching the movie.
"If you do somehow win. What is it that you want?"

"Shhh!" Niall says, teasingly and munching on popcorn, looking over at me and I give him an annoyed look.

Harry hides his laugh and shakes his head.
"If I do end up winning.." He says, mocking me.
"I want you-"

Yet again, Harry was cut off because I was so focused on him talking, that when I looked back at the screen, an unexpected jump-scare appeared.

The second it happened, I hadn't realized it but I appeared to be on top of Harry.

Half my body was off my chair, my face had been buried in his sweater and my hands clutching it with all my might.

He on the other hand, had his palm on my back, caressing it gently.

We looked into each others eyes in a puzzling way, until he breaks the silence by saying,
"You okay there, Lizzie?" He asks, smirking and still caressing my back.

I look at him in shock, as my mouth slightly falls open and I release my clutched hands from his sweater.

"Should I leave, or?" Niall taunts.
"It seems as though I'm interrupting something."

"Shut up." I say towards Niall's comments, out of annoyance and sit back down in my seat.
I fold my arms and slouch out of embarrassment.
"Don't say a word." I say, feeling stupid that I got scared because of a dumb movie.

"Oh, I won't." Harry says, as he and Niall try not to laugh.
"I hate to break it to you though Lizzie, but you lost."